I went for this concert on Friday. Me and Nabilah and Sarah had decided to go and it was supposed to be free. But the organisers had slyly wriiten Donation:500/100. Which we were supposed to understand as tickets. Strange. Anyway it was a good musical experience. I had never heard our musical legend Hari Prasad Chaurasia live. It’s remarkable how he slowly raised the volume and the melody of the flute. Ever so subtly. Then there was a mad saxophone player with these two long plaits and short hair in front, who kept being very playful and trying to liven things up in his style. The harp player was a lady of slight build and not so slight height, the movements on the harp and its sound are both very elegant and detailed and deep. Nice to see them all meet up.
I have found a new admiration for dogs.
When in dire need of a subject and nothing interesting appears, always rely on yourself.
My uncle spends hours on his table near the window. Newspapers, Breakfast, Sudoku, Crosswords and finally Vodka mark his day.
Some men eating peanuts on a train station that the train stopped on for 5 minutes. I did a quick line drawing and then coloured it after the train moved away from them.
Some men were working on weeding the pea field. What nice sunlight and peace the ending of a winter brings.
My fellow traveller wasn’t feeling too well. He slept most of the journey in this pose. His grandson wanted to take a photo so asked me to write his name and Malaysia before taking it.
This is the gate to the driveway from my home in my village.
Waiting for a seat. Sometimes one doesn’t get a ticket. So you just have to get on the train and pay the fine and hope to get a seat soon.
Last year round up was pretty exciting. Tehelka does a special fiction issue at every year’s end. This one’s theme is Pulp and Noir , short stories written by a variety of writers, and illustrated by a variety of illustrators. Two of those stories written by Shiv Visvanathan and Zac O’ Yeah are illustrated by me. Cover and logo for the issue are designed and illustrated by Sudeep Chaudhuri. Pick up a print for a nice weekend read or check out the stories here, here, and here or the entire menu here. Here < what a weird word>
Some of these are sketches done on the way to my village in a train. The rest are places where I like to sit around on the farm where I grew up. My village is called Preet Nagar, its near Amritsar. Punjab, Northern India.
My grandmum was ill. Being on the drip was really tiring and boring for her so I asked her to do some drawings with me.
Goats are so difficult to draw. They are never still so I did quick sketches of them all on one page.
Dogs are easier
now, now now 
